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Henry’s gorgeous mouth mere inches from her tingling sex,
needing to bite her lip to keep from moaning.
    As if sensing the direction of
her thoughts, Henry leaned forward just a fraction of an inch and pressed a
closed mouth kiss against the fabric of her pants, right over her mound. Sophie
sucked in a sharp breath through her nose, eyelids fluttering at the fleeting
touch.
    She felt the brush of his
knuckles against her waist as he reached up and curled his fingers beneath the
waistband of her yoga pants. Henry kept his eyes on hers as he peeled the soft,
stretchy material down her hips slowly. Soon she was stepping out of them.
    When she was completely naked
except for the thin scrap of her white lace panties and the heels she’d worn to
dance in, Henry once again leaned back to study her. After several beats, he
wrapped his big hands around her ankles, thumbs stroking tantalizing circles
against her skin. Slowly, not breaking their gaze, he slid his palms up her
calves.
    He paused there, massaging the
hard muscles gently. Sophie bit her lip hard as his hands continued upward
toward her bad knee. He cupped her there, squeezing them tenderly. His thumb
briefly traced the edge of her scar, but he kept sliding upward.
    She shuddered in relief. Henry
was still staring up at her as if he was going to devour her. When the tips of
his thumbs grazed just beneath the edge of her panties, Sophie’s hips jerked
spasmodically. Henry smiled.
    “You have gorgeous legs, Sophie.”
    She shook her head, wordless.
“Don’t argue,” he said. “Believe me when I tell you your legs are sexy and
beautiful and this,” he bent and pressed a quick kiss to the mangled skin just
above her kneecap, “doesn’t change that.”
    Hot tears stung the back of her
eyes. She swallowed hard. Both because of Henry’s words and the feel of his
lips against her thigh. “Thank you,” she managed.
    He brushed his open mouth against
her thigh again. “No, thank you ,” he murmured against her flesh. His
tongue came out to swipe over her skin quickly. Sophie moaned. He moved to her
other leg and repeated the brief lick along her inner thigh. She clenched her
hands into fists, resisting the urge to grab his head and press him against her
slick sex.
    This was like that first dance,
the one at the studio. He was going slow, gauging her reactions, testing her.
And just like she had then, she was following his lead breathlessly and
completely, ready for whatever direction he took her in next. She relaxed her
hands, taking a deep breath.
    It caught in her throat as Henry
flicked his tongue against her soaking wet panties. Sophie felt the warmth of
his tongue as it wriggled against the lips of her sex, pushing against the
fabric of her panties. She rocked her hips forward for more.
    But Henry pulled back, licking
his lips. He dropped his hands from her thighs, once again leaning away from her.
She knew what was coming, but the anticipation still made her shudder.
    “Remove your panties.”
    She should say something.
Shouldn't she? This was going too fast, too far. Her body was on fire with
desire. She wanted this, but she’d never done anything like it before. He
should know that. “Henry—”
    “Off, Sophie. Now.”
    His words were firm, commanding.
It made it so easy. All she had to do was listen to what he said, do what he
said, and they’d both get what they wanted. She curled her fingers around the
waistband of her panties and began sliding them down. As soon as they reached
her knees, she let them fall.
    Her panties dropped around her
ankles and Sophie stepped out of them. He was still completely clothed, while
she stood naked except for her shoes. She lifted one foot. “My shoes—”
    “Leave them on.”
    She inhaled sharply at the deep,
wicked tone to his words. Henry got to his feet quickly, and reached out to
trace the line of her jaw, dropping briefly to tweak her nipple before brushing
through the soft, dark curls covering her